"Take care of my cat" was a good movie. No real plot, just 5 friends and where they are at a year after high school.

Jenny, Kathy and I had the chance to see Giles' place. They layout is totally whack. The living room is probably smaller than the bedrooms, and definitely smaller than the kitchen. I like a big kitchen, and people usually end up hanging out there anyway. The rooms are a good size and the price is perfect. I can see the bathroom being a problem though, for three girls... it's pretty tiny and in an odd position. ::shrug::

Last night I went to see Kathy at work and brought her a gyro. Instead of working out, I ended up talking to her and Marianne till close and we met up with Giles. I haven't had bubble tea in such a long time, it was refreshing. Yum. and the gyro hit the spot. Giles told us that we couldn't move into their place next year. There was another UW warning for their area. 1 1/2 blocks from where they were sleeping. Scary. So I guess we've got to start the looking process. This time, for four girls. We all like Marianne, hopefully she can live with us next year. She will be sub-leasing for Jenny over the summer, so that will fit into everything when we have to move out in august. Now, where to look. The UW apartments seem pretty nice, but I don't think that I can apply since I'm "not a matriculated student", that's BS. I'm still considered a UW student no matter what branch I attend. But I'm still not allowed to go to the ima or apply for a job on campus, so why should they house me? I'm guessing we've got a good month till we have to really start looking for a place to live. I wonder what my parents think...

It's been a very, very long time since I've used this blog. Actually it's been a long time since I've written in any blog at all. Some how, I feel like I've lost my voice. I haven't written myself down and read it back to myself in so long. It is an important thing to do, at least once in a while. I've got a few things on my mind and my dreams keep telling me to get it all out. Plus, I've had more time to think about things but you know how that goes. They all get mixed up until you forgot what it was you were thinking about in the first place.

Boys. Can't seem to stop thinking about them. Good ones and bad ones. Past, "Present", and Future ones. Silly me.

I've been talking to Vugee more and more lately. It's nice to know that we can still be friends after everything that we've been through. I wish that I could say the same thing for so many other people that I thought were important in my life once upon a time. I think that it's better now that we're older. Maybe that's all we needed for our relationship to work. I wonder where we would be if we had actually broken up when my parents thought we did. Or if we were still together today.

Every time I go to the Alderwood mall, I cringe at the thought of bumping into, or even being seen by Luke. To think of the way he treated me and how to talked to me. It's disgusting. My fear is that I'll take it to whatever relationships I have in the future. I don't want to hold anything against a "perfectly" good person just because of this one asshole. Don't get me wrong, we had some good things. But it all came crashing down in a fire from hell at the end. I wish I could tell his current girlfriend what I knew about him. She'd never believe me because he's a great liar. He probably even believes himself.

I don't know how he did it, or what it was about him, but I miss Dylan. *sigh*

I'm okay with friends making suggestions or even setting me up on dates with guys. That's not a big deal for me because I would like to think that I could trust my friends to pick someone that I would have myself. But just because she likes him, unfortunately doesn't mean that I will. I admit that Curtis is cute and a very nice guy, but there are many things about him that are starting to really bother me. I thought that it would be cool to be friends with him, but that might prove to be too difficult for me. I know that I'm not the brightest crayon in the box, but I would like to think that I'm not stupid. I know that my friends are pretty smart and can at least follow a whole movie without having to ask questions in the middle. I'm proud to have friends that can figure out the Seattle Metro system and don't have to depend on anyone else to get around. I think that it's healthy to be able to skip class once in a while and after studying hard still do pretty well on mid-terms and finals. I'm more than happy to get into debates with my friends, I know that they can stand their ground and Prove me wrong or even Persuade me to see their point even if I do not totally agree with them. I like being able to drink and joke around with my friends. We've never done anything illegal or should I say, regrettable. I guess it's hard to make new friends, or else my current friends just rock like no ones business.

There a lot of things that are stressing me out right now. And I Do realize that I'm the one that has brought them on myself, I can't blame anyone. I'm starting to realize, especially after this psych class, that I never prevent myself from getting hurt... I guess I like to be pushed around, and that right there, that's a sad thought. Someone save me from myself